I’m sure J.K. Rowling gets enough acclamation from everyone in the world that she doesn’t need my approval as well. But nonetheless, here’s a tip of the hat to her for writing this short essay on the common obsession of worrying about one’s looks and, specifically, fat.
It’s not simply for the content of her essay, which is typically simply written, personal, direct, and to the point, but because she pointed me towards the artist “Pink” and her song “Stupid Girls” (iTunes link).
The song is good.
The video, however, (YouTube link, iTunes link) moves beyond the realm of “good” into “magically awesome.” (Used in a sentence: “Gabriel Garcia-Marquez’s novel 100 Years of Solitude is an example of the literary style known as magical awesomeness.”)
Funny… I absolutely hated the song. I mean, really loathed it with a passion. Sure, the idea is right; but compared to other stuff done by Pink (I had the album before this one) it just sounds… like she thinks less of her audience.
What I’m trying to say is; the song sounds exactly like all the other songs you get on MTV, and that’s bad.